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The Chrysalids by John Wyndham. Read online, or download in secure EPUB format. John Wyndham Parkes Lucas Benyon Harris was born in He had a variety of careers before becoming an author, but decided to take up writing. John Wyndham THE KRAKEN WAKES Contents Rationale Phase One Phase Two Phase Three Follow Penguin PENGUIN BOOKS THE KRAKEN WAKES John.
I've a feeling it ought to be done. After all, we know as much about the whole thing as anyone - in a general way.
The specialists know more about their particular bits, of course, but, between us, we ought to be able to put together quite a picture. My idea is simply to give an account of how the whole thing has appeared to me - to us. She huddled her coat more closely round her. Her breath clouded in the cold air. We regarded the icebergs. There seemed to be even more than one had thought. Some of those further out were only visible because of the waves breaking on them as they wallowed along. At the end of some reflection she said: If you are going to need proof of everything, you might as well not start at all.
But the Guinevere is the proper place to begin.
Now, if I were you I should divide the whole thing into three phases. It falls naturally that way. Phase One would be - ' 'Darling, whose book is this to be? Now, Phase One - Gosh! Look at that!
A great, flat ice-face smacked down, sending spray high into the air. The berg kept on rolling, slowed, hung for a moment, and then started to roll back.
We watched it loll lazily this way and that with decreasing swings until it settled down, presenting an entirely new aspect. Phyllis returned to the matter in hand.
Before that you want a sort of key question, with a page all to itself. She pulled a gloved hand out of her pocket, and recited: I shook my head. Just right.
What were you thinking of? Besides, mine may even come true in the end,' I told her. We ding-donged a bit about it, but, after all, it is supposed to be my book. Phyllis can write her own if she likes. So here goes: Below the thunders of the upper deep; Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: There hath he lain for ages and will lie Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by men and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
Almost the only people I know who agree word for word on what they saw on the night of 15 July are Phyllis and I. And, as Phyllis happens to be my wife, people said, in their kindly way behind our backs, that I 'over-persuaded' her: The time was About these facts there is no dispute.
The cruise had taken us to Madeira, the Canaries, Cape Verde Islands, and had then turned north to show us the Azores on our way home. We, Phyllis and I, were leaning on the rail, taking a breather. From the saloon came the sound of the dance continuing, and the crooner yearning for somebody.
The sea stretched in front of us like a silken plain in the moonlight. The ship sailed it as smoothly as if she were on a river. We gazed out silently at the infinity of sea and sky. Behind us the crooner went on baying. I hope it isn't an omen,' she said. I looked where she pointed at a red spot among myriads of white ones, and with some surprise. Mars does look red, of course, though I had never seen him look quite as red as that - but then, neither were the stars, as seen at home, quite as bright as they were here.
Being practically in the tropics might account for it.
We regarded the red point for some moments. Then Phyllis said: It seems to be getting bigger. We went on staring, and it became quite indisputably bigger. There can't be two Marses,' said Phyllis. And sure enough there was. A smaller red point, a little up from, and to the right of, the first. She added: To the left. We watched all three of them slowly getting brighter and also sinking lower in the sky until they were little above the horizon line, and reflecting in a pinkish pathway across the water towards us.
We've both of us been asked many times since to describe them, but perhaps we are not gifted with such a precise eye for detail as some others.
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What we said at the time, and what we still say, is that on this occasion there was no real shape visible. The centre was solidly red, and a kind of fuzz round it was less so. The best suggestion I can make is that you imagine a brilliantly red light as seen in a fairly thick fog so that there is a strong halation, and you will have something of the effect. Others besides ourselves were leaning over the rail, and in fairness I should perhaps mention that between them they appear to have seen cigar-shapes, cylinders, discs, ovoids, and, inevitably, saucers.
We did not.
What is more, we did not see eight, nine, or a dozen. We saw five. The halation may, or may not, have been due to some kind of jet drive, but it did not indicate any great speed. The things grew in size quite slowly as they approached.
There was time for people to go back into the saloon and fetch their friends out to see, so that, presently, a line of us leant all along the rail, looking at them and guessing. With no idea of scale, we could have no judgement of their size or distance; all we could be sure of was that they were descending in a long glide which looked as if it would take them across our wake.
The fellow next to me was talking know-all about St Elmo's fire to a partner who had never heard of St Elmo and didn't feel she had missed anything, when the first one hit the water. A great burst of steam shot up in a pink plume.
Then, swiftly, there was a lower, wider spread of steam which had lost the pink tinge, and was simply a white cloud in the moonlight. It was beginning to thin out when the sound of it reached us in a searing hiss. The water round the spot bubbled and seethed and frothed.
When the steam drew off, there was nothing to be seen there but a patch of turbulence, gradually subsiding. Then the second of them came in, in just the same way, on almost the same spot. One after another all five of them touched down on the water with great whooshes and hissings of steam.
The time was About these facts there is no dispute. The cruise h When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere. I felt that from the moment I woke.
And yet, when I started functioning a little more smartly, I became doubtful. After all, the odds were that it was I who was wrong, and not everyone else-though I did not see how that could be. I went on waiting, tinged with doubt.
But presently I had my first bit of objective evidence-a distant clock stuck what sounded to me just like eight.
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I listened hard and suspiciously. Soon another clock began, on a hard, decisive note.
In a leisurely fashion it gave an indisputable eight. Then I knew things were awry. The way I came t When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city--which was strange because it began before I even knew what a city was. But this city, clustered on the curve of a big blue bay, would come into my mind.
I could see the streets, and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even boats in the harbour; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat.
And the buildings were quite unlike any I knew. The traffic in the streets was strange, carts running with no horses to pull them; and sometimes there were things in the sky, shiny fish-shaped things that certainly were not birds.
Most often I would see this wonderful place by daylight, but occasionally it was by night when the There was nothing but myself. I hung in a timeless, spaceless, forceless void that was neither light, nor dark.Here and there among them smaller ones were still afloat, with the wind and the current driving them slowly up the Channel. Toggle navigation. I could see the streets, and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even boats in the harbour; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat.
That was good advice, and luckily I had the sense to take it. Then, swiftly, there was a lower, wider spread of steam which had lost the pink tinge, and was simply a white cloud in the moonlight. And I don't see why thirty-two hours would be more sensible. The traffic in the streets was strange, carts running with no horses to pull them; and sometimes there were things in the sky, shiny fish-shaped things that certainly were not birds. He tried a number of careers including farming, law, commercial art and advertising, and started writing short stories, intended for sale, in And as Phyllis happens to be my wife, people said, in their kindly way behind our backs, that I "overpersuaded" her, a thought that could only proceed from someone who did know Phyllis.
There seemed to be even more than one had thought.
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